by Kim Farleigh || Piot was beside the red pot beside the white, timber pillar.
by Sheila Kinsella || Sadie flopped into an armchair and watched the solar-powered toy hula lady wiggling away on the windowsill.
Reviewed by Sophie Putze || “Where is the place your body is anchored? Which body of water is yours?” It is this central theme of identity and belonging that is broadly considered in Nina Mingya Powles’ latest collection of essays.
by John Brantingham || My love keeps her wings secret under her clothes until at night when she steps out onto the balcony.
by Anne McGhee ||
Seventeen-year-old Marie, too wild for courtly life, is thrown to the dogs one winter morning, expelled from the royal court to become the prioress of an abbey. Marie is strange - tall, a giantess, her elbows and knees stick out, ungainly. MATRIX is a bold vision of female love, devotion and desire from one of the most adventurous writers at work today.
by Elodie Barnes || I am not supposed to be here.
The Good Neighbours is an enquiry into the unknowability of the past and our attempts to make events fit our need to interpret them; the fallibility of recollection; the power of myths in shaping human narratives. Nina Allan skilfully weaves the imagined and the real to create a magically haunting story of memory, obsession and the liminal spaces that our minds frequent to escape trauma.
by John Grey || I've visited the jungle many times
by Laura McDonagh || I have been ebaying my dead mother's clothes